Ankyra Sound adorn me in feathers from dead birds

Flicking an ear, Nesaea looked up as she was joined by a lithe female the colour of sand and earth, with warm eyes to match. She greeted her, taking her place by the water but skittering backwards slightly as the waves sought to wash over her toes. The girl's gaze narrowed at the other's behaviour, unaware of her discomfort with the water. She kept silent however, instead continuing to prod the wet sand with her nose as she searched for treasures.

"It is," she replied softly, her lack of eye contact with the other betraying her shyness. She wished for her mother's confidence. Despite the amicable stranger being a fellow sister of the Sound, Nesaea struggled to find the right words to say.